*
it’s the stall that
makes me nervous
the space between
branches that
.
makes me breath
.
the silent wake up
calls before the
birds sing that
has me pray
.
Mar14
Breathing
Tag Archives: reading
Apr26
The Act Of Poetry
*
the act of poetry
may help to face fear
.
in that willful gaze
to dissolve it in writing
.
in the act of reading
in the sounds severing
the space around us
.
Dec8
I Shall Try Rest
*
I shall try rest
and sipping water
I shall walk alone
in silence
.
putting pieces
together step
after step breath
after breath
.
as long as I live
.
Jul20
I Notice
*
I notice the silence
.
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
.
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
.
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
.
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
.
down where it was letting
my head as beheaded
.
falling too
.
.
Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.
Jul1
Rhythm
*
as the day ends
I take a last walk
around my own
house stepping
on the garden
grass eyes up
to the clouds
sailing slowly
sending me
the rhythm
I had lacked
.
.
Mar24
An Upside Down World
*
tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
Mar3
Give Shapes To Music
*
my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
.
.
.
Poem from California Notebooks 01
.
Feb25
How Often We Forget
*
how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
.
.
This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.
Jan14
Eternity Roams
*
eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel
forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams
seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me
deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home
.
.
This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.
Jan1
A Hint of Poetry for the New Year
Happy New Year, Happy New Life!
*
I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
.
.
.
.
This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
Dec10
In Essence
*
I press hard
most of the times
my whole
life to go beyond
.
to detach myself
from disappointment
transcending
into the essence
.
.
.
Dec3
Worthy
*
the minute
I had to convince you
I was worthy
I should have noted it
was the day it
was over
.
.
.
Nov26
Love is Reverence
*
I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
.
.
.
..
.
Nov13
The Birds Trills
*
just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
.
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
.
Jun4
Early
*
early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
.
.
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annamosca 